Tilting your head back, you spot the top of Carla's crack overhead in the distance. "How far did I fall?" you wonder. From your perspective, Carla's crack surpassed any canyon or crevice that you've every seen, including the Grand Canyon, with its size and depth. Your attentions shifts towards Carla's butt hole when you notice bowel noises, then her butt emits a few small farts. They aren't as bad as the atom bombs that she's been dropping on you, but they still smell pretty bad.
"Man, my stomach must be upset today! Good thing Randy isn't here because I'm gonna be farting a lot," says Carla hugging her stomach.
"What! Healthy Carla is already a farting hazard, but this is just too much." You look back up at the top of Carla's crack and remember your first escape attempt. Her tight panties blocked off your escape route. You realize that the only way that you can escape from Carla's ass is to wait for her to take the panties off.
You hear Carla in the outside world talking to herself. "Crap! I have to be at work in 15 minutes."
Suddenly, Carla's ass become much more violent and dangerous. She was in such a hurry that she started running to work and forgot her car. She is completely unaware that her powerful Latina glutes are tossing you around like a bath toy in a hurricane. Inside her ass, you are tossed from cheek to cheek and smothered when she clenches. Carla feels something in between her cheeks as she's running. She assumes it's the panties that she borrowed from Maria and stops to enjoy it. She sits down at a bench and clenches her cheeks, smothering you between them.
"Oh my gosh, I love these panties. I might have to steal them from Maria when she's not looking." She jiggles her ass around, slapping you into the side of her left cheek.
You start to wonder, "How does someone escape a hurricane?" Then it dawns on you. It's a sick and unfortunate truth that you don't want to accept but have to. To escape a hurricane, sailors should seek shelter within the eye of the storm. You know that there's only one thing in Carla's ass that that could possibly be...her ass hole.
You are now faced with two options: (1) escape the massive punishment that you're enduring by seeking shelter in Carla's ass hole, knowing full well that she has a stomach virus and her ass hole will be deadlier than ever; (2) Don't seek shelter in Carla's ass hole and endure everything else that her ass can inflict on you, including smothering, gas, clenching, etc.
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